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Wait what? That place? Yeah yeah, I know all about it. Where'd you even - know what, never mind. The answer's yes; I know about Mutari. I can tell you everything there is to know, that is, if you really want to hear it. It ain't something for a young thing like yourself; are you sure you want to know? Okay, okay, fine, but you better be paying for my next beer.

Well, like any twenty-something I spent most of my Saturday nights poisoning myself at bars, sniffing up every skirt that passed me by, and puking in a strange fur's toilet the next morning. I was a young and, well, not very handsome fox (unlike me now, of course). I barely managed to trick maybe three or four bar bitches, who hadn't yet learned their limit when it came to alcohol, into hopping into bed with me.

It wasn't enough though; no, not for me. Going home half wasted with six or seven rejections bumping around your head and trying to paw yourself off before you start throwing up all over - well, the point is, it sucks. I got tired of it. I got tired of going out, wasting twenty dollars on watered down beer, and getting absolutely nothing. I wanted what any horny young male should want: a sure thing.

The problem was, prostitutes ain't cheap. Yeah, yeah, wipe that look off your face, you know if you had the money you'd be buying every pussy on Bourbon Street. I didn't and still don't have barely a penny to my name. And as for_me_ being a prostitute, well, look, I'm not going to kid you or myself; I didn't look the part. Bitches don't crowd around the skinny fox with greasy fur; you know what I mean?

Well, I found another way. You see, uh, well, let's just say a friend of mine happened to tell me about that very place you're looking for. Mutari was some kind of "weird ass club" - as he called it - where furs would have sex with, well, everyone else who came in. There were no dates, no rejections, no fees, and even a greasy little fox like me was welcome. No no, not heaven, it was one of those places that you know had to exist somewhere (mostly just in your dreams), but you just didn't know where. Well thanks to my, uh, friend, I knew exactly where.

There was this one little thing though. This wasn't a normal big sex party (as if that existed). This kinda kinky anything-goes stuff only happens among kinky anything-goes furs. So, this place had a, well, theme, if you could call it that. These were the kind of furs that like to be tied up before they get it on, or tie someone else up, or wear a bunch of leather and riding crops and - you know - that kind of weird, delete-your-search-history shit. But, like I said, there was no cover charge or anything and looks don't matter. All you had to do was walk in the place, and presto, you could have your own bitch all wrapped up in rope like some weird Christmas present.

That was all that my friend could tell me (he said it "wasn't his thing"); that and an address. Of course, I couldn't even pretend to keep my excitement in my pants. I was ready to jump head first into this crazy new club. So, the very next Saturday I raced out of my house with my heart beating out of my chest. I walked at least two miles through the city, looking over my shoulder every step. I did, finally, find the place, though. My friend said that it wouldn't stand out, and boy he was right.

It was just like all the other run down, flood-washed buildings with peeling paint, dead plants, and a half deadly front porch (good old New Orleans). You'd hardly believe there was some kind of freaky sex stuff going behind its quiet grey door. I walked up the porch thinking that there wasn't a chance in hell that this was the place; this was just some stupid prank, or a trick, or god forbid I was about to get mugged. It was still worth a shot, though. I knocked, as my buddy told me to do, four consecutive times, and waited.

The door pulled open really sharply, and it caught on one of those chain things. A blue eye and some brown fur were looking at me from the crack between the door and the frame. Without a word, it looked and then the door slammed shut. I didn't know what I thought was happening or what I thought was going to happen, but before I could blink the door opened again, this time all the way.

The blue eye belonged to a young bitch wearing a matching blue tank top and jeans. She didn't say anything but leaned on the door as she held it open for me to come in. The house didn't look anything like it did on the outside. The walls were a warm beige color, smooth and clean, and there was a desk and chair, where that cute girl retreated behind. The whole room was just a square, but the far corner opened into a hallway.

This all seemed weird as hell to me, and I almost thought I was in the wrong place, like some 24 hour clinic or something. I thought differently after I heard a few weird noises coming from the hallway. It was a low, short, definitely animal noise that kept repeating. It wasn't hard to interpret (I've been around the block a few times), someone was having a really,really good time down the hallway. The noise was very faint, but it still made me excited as hell.

I just stood around, though, waiting for some kind of instruction. The dog behind the desk was staring at her phone, tapping and tapping, almost like she forgot I existed. I heard more noises and decided I couldn't wait any longer (lest my pants become even more uncomfortable).

"So, can I go?" I asked her, pointing in the direction of the sweet moans. I must've sounded like some sort of confused cub.

She looked at me like I was retarded or something, and gave me this bratty "Yeah."

Now where I stood I couldn't actually see down the hallway, so I didn't know what to expect. I probably thought there'd be a big room full of people tied down and humping, with bulls running around in leather and a bunch of those freaky machines (you know the ones), but I was wrong. It was just a hallway, with three doors on each side and one at the end, with the same calm beige walls. The doors were a simple white, with those little indented squares carved into them, but they had signs.

I looked at the first door on the left, which had one of those signs for the women's restroom hanging on it from a string. I flipped it around and the men's restroom sign was on the other side. All the other doors had the flip-able signs too, four women's, two men's.

The door that I was in front of was the source of the eager moaning, and when I touched the handle it was obviously locked. I looked at the door on the opposite side of the hall, with a women's sign. I thought that it was as good as any of the other doors. It was quiet when I put my ear to it, and when I tested the handle, unlocked. I took a deep breath and with a wide grin on my muzzle, and my tail wagging, I swung the door open.

The room was painted dark red, with a red floor (the color of kinky sex). At first, all I saw was this half-toilet half-sink thing in the closest corner of the room. Then, there were a couple of plastic bins on the ground with some ropes hanging out of one. And finally, in the center of the room, was a queen sized bed, no frame, on the ground, with a white figure doubled over on top of it. She was a skinny feline, on all fours, with all kinds of cuffs hooked up to her. A collar tied her to the wall and her wrists and ankles were hooked to little facets in the ground. She had a corset on, and her knees looked like they were tied to it.

I know that it doesn't sound real; trust me, I didn't think it was either. Her legs were pulled apart and her pussy was hanging wide and wet. I could smell it. My pants got tighter as I got closer to the cat, closing the door behind me. She got excited too. Her tail was whipping around like cats do and she was nearly bouncing the bed despite her ropes. She really wanted it (these really were kinky furs).

Well, you know me, I wasn't going to keep her waiting. I was so eager that when I looked down I saw that my pants were already on the floor. Then I looked at her, rubbing my sheath as I took in her_very_ nice ass, and climbed onto the bed behind her.

I didn't see her muzzle much, with her doubled over the way she was. I just pretended her curvy hips were her eyes and gave her a deeply romantic stare. I brushed her fur a bit, just to tease her a little. It made her purr enough to shake the whole bed. I was getting really hard now, painfully hard, and my dick stuck way out of my sheath. I grabbed her tail to lift it out of the way of her lips.

Her cooch was dripping, for real, and her lips were puffed out. I slid the pads of my paw up and down the length of her cunt and she shook even more. When my paw was wet enough I let a whole finger slide in. Like all skinny bitches, she was tight. I squeezed her ass (it was firm), and pulled my paw out of her and licked it. Her sweet flavor was strong, and I probably should've eaten her out a little, just for courtesy sake, but I really couldn't wait another second. I pressed my sheath and cock against her rump and wrapped my arms around her. I thrust into her like my life depended on it.

It was crazy, it really was. She squeaked and purred all the way until she started screaming with glee (I say screaming, but with the muzzle she had on her it came out as just a moan). I rode her for, well, I rode her long enough to satisfy her (and that's all that counts). I was panting and sweating and shit, even I moaned some. When she started moaning harder her pussy got tighter, and I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

My knot caught inside her. I came and it felt like it lasted for hours. I slowed down and straightened my back so I could catch my breath. After a minute I pulled out and all the cum poured onto the sheets, which looked surprisingly clean until then. Then I just, well, sat there on my knees for a few seconds, in some very sexy trance.

Until, that is, I heard her start trying to talk through that ball gag thing in her muzzle. I kinda crawled up to her, being so tired and all, muzzle to muzzle, and looked the cat in her real eyes for the first time. They were pink. She mumbled something through the ball, and mumbled some more, and finally I had the sense to just undo the damn thing.

"Thought you fell asleep," She mewed at me with a breathy voice.

"Almost did."

I sat there for a second, just awkwardly looking at her. Her muzzle was just as beautiful as her rump.

"Are you, uh, gonna let me out?" She laughed, a little nervous a little impatient, but not mean or anything.

I started pulling at things randomly, fiddling with each rope like an idiot. Eventually, I got her paws free and pulled her thighs off her stomach, then she could help me with the rest. When we got her completely free, she laid back on the bed and started stretching herself out. It's really fun watching a naked cat stretch, by the way.

"That was pretty nice," She told me.

"Oh, yes, it was," I looked at the spots on the ceiling.

"It was a little quick though," she wasn't really complaining, "usually furs will do a lot more to me before they're finished."

"You know me."

It was always weird to just have sex with a complete stranger, even the drunk bitches at the bar shared a few words at me before getting in bed. The way we could just have some banal banter afterwards was unique. She padded to the sink in the corner and started washing off her legs. I sat up and grabbed my underwear from the floor, but before I could put it on she gave me a weird look that I couldn't quite interpret.

"This is your first time here?" She cocked her head over.

I don't know how she knew. Maybe it was the "a lot more" I didn't do, or maybe I wasn't nearly as impressive in bed as I always tell myself I am, or maybe it was how I nearly cuffed myself trying to let her out of her ropes, but something sure tipped her off to the fact that this was my first time at this kinky little rodeo. I lied to her, gave her the old "I do this all the time" thing, but she sure as hell didn't believe me.

"Oh," she rolled her eyes, coming towards me.

I was just sitting on the side of the bed holding my tighty-whities when she grabs them from my paws and throws them back on the floor. Then she comes and straddles my lap, with my dick still out a little, and forced her muzzle into mine. She pushed me down and kept kissing, and I was in another world for a moment, until I heard a sharp clicking noise.

And another click. We broke apart for a second and I felt my paws locked together by some fuzzy metal handcuffs. I guess I was too distracted by her to know better or to stop her. Hell, she was so sexy that I would do whatever she said, especially if it meant seconds, so I did.

"Scooch back, newbie. Now, and roll over."

She was weirdly good at giving commands. I didn't expect that from such a scrawny cat like her, but I still did exactly as she said. I saw her rummage through one of the bins on the side of the room, and she jumped onto the bed and onto my back, all rough and agile and everything, and put a collar on me. Then she hooked a leash to it, and tied the leash to a little socket there was on the wall.

The leash was short, and my head couldn't go more than two feet from the wall. She wasn't done though. She pulled my paws to the wall and tied my handcuffs to another notch. Then, for good measure, she even tied up my hind paws to each corner of the bed. And, no bondage would be complete without the unwashed ball-gag she shoved in my muzzle. I didn't have much wriggle room left after that.

Being tied up is the weirdest thing, by the way. That's all I could think about at the time. It was weird. It was weird to not be able to move around. It was weird hearing that cat pad towards the door and not being able to turn your head to see what she was doing. It was weird laying in some random red room laying flat on a bed. Flat on your stomach. Laying on your stomach seemed like a pretty weird way for a girl (even a kinky one) to try and sleep with you.

And then I heard the door open, and close. She didn't even say goodbye. The last thing I heard was something slapping the other side of the door.

So I sat there for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a couple of minutes, but damn, being still and tied up makes time drag along. I guess I should've been more concerned, but I wasn't. I was really calm, actually (maybe the collar was squeezing all the blood out of my head). I was about to fall asleep when I heard that door open up again, slowly, like someone was peeking inside, and then swing open and shut, fast.

One second. Remember what I said about this place? This kind of kinky sex-with-strangers stuff only happens among, well, kinky people. So it's an anything goes and everything is acceptable, sort of thing. That includes the sex with strangers, all the ropes and collars crap, and, as it turns out, male on male.

I heard steps, but the pads sounded hard and heavy, and they even clacked a little. Someone must've had really untrimmed nails. I heard clothes being pulled off and dropped onto the ground. I could tell the pants were heavy. Then there were more clacks, coming closer, and a big claw, with smooth scales touched my leg, and I jumped like a mad fox. It was a big claw, and it's owner spoke.

"Hey, calm down, fuzzy."

It was a long, raspy, masculine, very masculine voice. I almost jumped a second time, pulling against the leash on my neck and paws. It was a dude, and I recognized that kind of voice; it was some horny, gay, and naked alligator and I was strapped down to a bed, ass exposed, just two feet away.

Well, what the hell was I supposed to do? That stupid ball gag I had on, apparently, made everything I tried to say sound like erotic moans. I went on moaning for at least a minute before I ran out of breath, and all the gator had to say was:

"Finicky little fox, huh?"

I felt him climb on the bed, and the way the springs creaked told me he was very heavy. He bounced just a little between my spread legs, and while I tried to look at the brown headboard and pretend there wasn't a big gay lizard behind me, he put his claws on me again, rubbing up and down both my thighs.

Now, shit, I won't lie, yeah, it felt good getting that weird leg massage (really really really painful squeezing followed by pleasantly relaxed muscles), but it was spoiled by the whole, you know, dude thing. My back was stiff because I knew exactly where this gay gator was looking, and it made my anus pucker like sour grapes and my tail bend tight to cover it. I was praying that the bulky lizard might have an ironic penis size.

My ass was, by the way, exactly where he was looking. Soon I felt him take one of his claws and start peeling my tail out of the way, pushing it back, and rubbing right around my crack. He didn't play around too long before I started feeling his breath warming my rump, and eventually I felt something wet, soft, and rough slide up my the crack of my ass.

That was another weird feeling, having another fur tongue your hole like that. It was warm and felt good. I was (neither me or you would believe it) liking it, and the gator was loving it. He was going deeper, too, as far as I think his tongue could go. He even reached a claw under to stroke my sheath a little. What a gentleman. I couldn't complain.

Until he decided to stick one of his claws into me. My hole was wet enough for him to just force a scaly finger in, and let me tell you, that kind of ass-stuff hurt like hell, especially with gator sized nails. I started pulling against the leashes again while he kept massaging the inside of me. After a minute though, it stopped hurting, and right when it did, he pulled his claw out.

"You're a tight one, huh," the gator whispered, petting my rump, "take a deep breath, I'll go slow."

I started moaning and writhing again, but it still only egged him on. He climbed over me now, resting his paws on the mattress next to my stomach, and he let himself fall gently on top of me, and I felt something else warm begin to rest against my cheeks. I clinched again (it was not irony sized), but nothing I could do would stop him as he prodded my rear with the tip of his cock.

It hurt like hell when he let the head slip in. He waited for me to stop quivering before sliding further into me. I felt his dick's head stretch me every inch in. He let his weight push himself deep inside me, until I felt his smooth scales pressing into my rump. Then he pulled back again and thrust into me a second time.

Once it stopped hurting, it all felt fine. It felt good even. Strangely enough, having his weight on top of me felt comfortable, and the gator was nice enough to stroke my dick while he had his fun. The combination of that and him pounding into me made my cock burn with pleasure.

I genuinely moaned against the ball in my mouth and started cumming on the sheets underneath me, and when he finished stroking me he grabbed my hips and fucked me as hard as he probably could, and hissed when he came; I could feel the cum inside me. It's not something you feel every day. He laid on top of me for a few minutes, breathing into my neck.

It was a good time to relax and, well, think about what just happened. I'm not going to lie to you; it was the best orgasm I've ever had. It was a lot to think about, especially with a gator lying on top of you. Eventually he sat up and got around to getting me out of all my leashes and cuffs. I tried to get up from the bed, but fell on my muzzle. All that rope stuff suffocates your legs.

"Are you okay?"

He was cackling a little bit. I told him I was fine and managed to get up. I stumbled to the sink and rubbed water into my crotch and ass. I have to say that I felt like a different person for a moment. Like I was in another animal's fur. I just wanted to go home and sleep it off.

I pulled my pants around my legs, grabbed my shoes and shirt, and opened the door to leave.

"Hey?"

The gator called my attention and I looked at back toward him. He was sitting on the bed, with some rope in his claws, still half erect, looking at me like I was doing something wrong.

"Aren't you going to help set me up?"

Yeah. I tied the big lizard down and went home, and then stared at the ceiling for a few hours until I fell asleep. Mutari in a nutshell, that's for sure.

What's that look for? Don't tell me you're chickening out now. Come on, it's just a few blocks down the street. No, really, if you're that scared, I can go with you. Trust me, you won't regret it.